My early education was made up of what stereotypical, New England school ideas you already had. Our building was at the center of town, and it was the
only thing people from other cities really knew about, because of how small it is. Our diminutive school was K-8, with about 50 children in each grade. I began
my career in Sherman School as a kindergartener. On my first day, curiosity got the best of me and I pulled the bathroom fire alarm; after that, my teacher
created the buddy system for all bathroom trips. Besides that one incident, Kindergarten went along with minimal problems. This was a time in my life where
there was no worries, and the only mean thing anyone had ever done to me was sticking out their tongue. After that, first through fifth grade seemed trivial. Math
and science were taught in the usual boring and slow manor, while my "reading and writing classes" taught me that my writing would be "not descriptive
enough" and boring without 10 different adjectives.There were inspirational posters on each wall, with kittens and puppies telling us to "Reach the Stars!" or
"Work Your Hardest." I believe a defining memory from elementary school has to be the first time I picked up a mystery book. Granted, I was in 5th grade and it
probably only had about 150 pages to it, but after that, I was hooked. "The Man Who Was Poe" by Avi was my first love in terms of "scary" or mystery novels.
After that, my favorite authors became Bram Stoker and Mary Shelley. One teacher in particular, Mrs. Linero, influenced my love for reading. She told me how books
could transport us to another time, place, or life. Becoming immersed in a book was like taking a vacation or watching a movie, changing my surroundings and my
interpretations of life. My favorite part of class throughout middle school would be our 3TR time, or Take Time To Read. That's when I would catch up on all of my
stories, ones that made my heart race and made me nervous, ones that scared me enough to check my closet and under my bed before I went to sleep. After that, my
main focus became Literature and History; I was no longer in love with all of my subjects as I had been before. Math and science became even more of a struggle in
only thing people from other cities really knew about, because of how small it is. Our diminutive school was K-8, with about 50 children in each grade. I began
my career in Sherman School as a kindergartener. On my first day, curiosity got the best of me and I pulled the bathroom fire alarm; after that, my teacher
created the buddy system for all bathroom trips. Besides that one incident, Kindergarten went along with minimal problems. This was a time in my life where
there was no worries, and the only mean thing anyone had ever done to me was sticking out their tongue. After that, first through fifth grade seemed trivial. Math
and science were taught in the usual boring and slow manor, while my "reading and writing classes" taught me that my writing would be "not descriptive
enough" and boring without 10 different adjectives.There were inspirational posters on each wall, with kittens and puppies telling us to "Reach the Stars!" or
"Work Your Hardest." I believe a defining memory from elementary school has to be the first time I picked up a mystery book. Granted, I was in 5th grade and it
probably only had about 150 pages to it, but after that, I was hooked. "The Man Who Was Poe" by Avi was my first love in terms of "scary" or mystery novels.
After that, my favorite authors became Bram Stoker and Mary Shelley. One teacher in particular, Mrs. Linero, influenced my love for reading. She told me how books
could transport us to another time, place, or life. Becoming immersed in a book was like taking a vacation or watching a movie, changing my surroundings and my
interpretations of life. My favorite part of class throughout middle school would be our 3TR time, or Take Time To Read. That's when I would catch up on all of my
stories, ones that made my heart race and made me nervous, ones that scared me enough to check my closet and under my bed before I went to sleep. After that, my
main focus became Literature and History; I was no longer in love with all of my subjects as I had been before. Math and science became even more of a struggle in
high school.